Job 22:28-30 Thou shalt also decree a thing, and it shall be established unto thee: and the light shall shine upon thy ways. When men are cast down, then thou shalt say, THERE IS LIFTING UP; and he shall save the humble person. He shall deliver the island of the innocent: and it is delivered BY THE PURENESS OF THINE HANDS.
On the surface,
an old inner man
is older still,
daily wearing
lines of grief
that cry out
for an unchangeable,
never to be recaptured
yesterday.
She knows
those lines.
She bears the scars
herself
beneath crows feet
painted by Mercy
like a cloak
that she now wears
through every season.
On the inside,
an ancient soul
possesses
a little boy’s
curly grin.
And that grin
grows younger still
by glimpses
of a promising
future.
But it lasts for mere seconds...
until fear sets in again.
Somewhere
below his heart
is a soul
that feels unworthy,
wavering steadily
between hope
and fear.
Were her hands able,
she’d wipe away
every line
not born
of a smile.
She had blood stains
on those hands.
But today,
they’re clean,
pure,
washed in sacred blood
that leaves them
spotless,
ageless.
Truly,
there is wonder-working
power
in the blood
of The Lamb.
She’d give him
a portion
of her sight,
take him down
to the pool of Siloam,
where she, herself
was bathed
and help him into waters
stirred by an angel
appointed to him alone.
If she could see into
tomorrow,
she’d make him promises
and carry them each through
to her end.
She’d hold his hands
with her clean ones
and help him walk
it all out.
She’d reach down
into her own
faith-overflowing
heart
and share the amazing strength
that comes from making it
across the Valley of Achor
and, by Grace,
safely
to the other side.
She can do none of these things.
Or maybe she can.
Nothing is impossible with God.
And just maybe
she has another name
among the many names
she’s divinely called:
“Siloam -
A Pool
Interpreted ‘Sent’.”
Maybe God
is just good.
God IS good.
He is The Lifter
of Our Heads.
There IS
lifting up!
Maybe she can’t.
Not if it isn’t God’s will.
But she can pray.
John 9:7 And said unto him, Go, wash in the pool of Siloam, (which is by interpretation, Sent.) He went his way therefore, and washed, and came seeing.
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Another name is given :
Revelation 3:12
Him that overcometh will I make a pillar in the temple of my God, and he shall go no more out: and I will write upon him the name of my God, and the name of the city of my God, which is new Jerusalem, which cometh down out of heaven from my God: and I will write upon him my new name.
Thanks be to God .
Beautifully written ...this one is extra special , Julie
Treava...this piece affected me deeply. You reached right down into my heart. How often do we ache to help those we love but come away feeling helpless! It is then that we realize that only God can make things right - in His own time and in His own way, which is THE WAY to life. But, as you wrote, 'we can pray, we can pray'. What beautiful wisdom lies within your every word! God bless you, Sis. Love, Peggy
Oh Joyce, maybe she CAN, with God's help nothing is impossible. I had tears in my eyes as I read this piece. It is just simply beyond beautiful as are you. I love you, Sharon
Treava,
I know the feeling of helplessness watching others hurt and suffer. Yes, we can pray and He will do the rest. Somehow, just knowing we are praying helps the weary one.
I relate to this so much - my own husband does not walk with God and I daily pray for him. Maybe I CAN....with God's help; one day reach him with this wonder-working power of the blood. Thank you for this new hope. I am in need of it tonight. God bless you sister. In Christ's Love,
Julia
Very inspiring read. I'm thankful that through the centuries that God always made a way for His people to recieve salvation and healing, culminating with the ultimate salvation and healing we receive through the shed blood of Christ. God bless you Joyce and thanks for sharing this...Sincerely, Randy
